บททั้งหมดของ Taming Mr.Mafia King: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Author's POV'The night bowed to Vincenzo Romano!The ceremony was held in a cathedral of power disguised as a palace—stone arches towering like ancient witnesses, chandeliers blazing with gold light that glinted off crystal glasses and cold eyes alike. Italy’s most feared men stood shoulder to shoulder beneath the vaulted ceiling, dressed in tailored suits and inherited arrogance, their whispers dying the moment Vincenzo stepped forward.This was his night.He moved through the hall with the quiet authority of a man who no longer needed to announce himself. Every step he took echoed with legacy—bloodlines forged in shadow, wars won without mercy, empires bent to his will.Heads inclined as he passed. Some out of loyalty. Some out of fear. All out of respect, Stefano gulped in fear but faked his ease while Lorenzo was beyond happy for his friend.Levi just clenched his jaw before glancing at Luca and Luna, who were officially engaged last week. The bright ring on her finger glared at

The airport rose before them like a city that never slept.Floodlights bathed the wide concrete stretch in stark white, casting long, sharp shadows that sliced across the ground. Glass walls gleamed under the night sky, reflecting frantic movement inside—travelers dragging luggage, security personnel pacing with clipped urgency, digital boards flickering with departures, but there weren't many people as it was the nighttime. The air smelled of fuel, metal, and rain-soaked asphalt, heavy and electric, as if the night itself was holding its breath.This place was supposed to mean escape.Instead, it felt like a final stand.“Elena… we are already here.”His voice cracked with urgency as he slammed the half-destroyed car to a stop near the private terminal.The engine wheezed in protest before dying altogether, smoke curling faintly from the hood. Bullet marks scarred the sides, the back window shattered entirely, jagged glass glittering like broken stars on the seat.They had made it.S

Elena's POV'I clutched his shoulders tightly while the uncontrollable tears streamed down my cheeks as he entered the bedroom while carrying me in his arms."V-Vincenzo...."I pleaded even though I knew it was useless.Not giving a shit about my pleadings, he threw me on the bed, making it bounce. I let out a small cry in fear. I knew what he was up to and scooted back when I saw him approaching.He cracked his neck, making those bone-cracking sounds before looking at me with those dark eyes which were darker than any grey cloud which showed the pure anger mixed with dark lust."Tonight it's going to be a wild night."He smirked evilly while looking at my scared figure, which was afraid to even breathe properly.I frowned in confusion when he walked towards the closet before returning with something in his hand. I tried to make out the thing which he was holding in the dark and the more closer he got, the clearer the object became.The next moment, my breath hitched, and my eyes wide

My whole body filled with goosebumps. Never in my wildest dream could I imagine the horror Maria had been through. I was in utter shock.After Lorenzo left, he told me everything, which explained there was nothing romantic between my husband and her. My eyes almost watered when I realized his confession was real. He truly loves me.I could only imagine the pain she had been through before Vincenzo came to her rescue. Lorenzo told me that night when their car was passing through the alley, when they heard her silent cries. Her broken state which almost stabbed a knife in my heart.That's how they rescued her and came to know about years of torture she had endured. Vincenzo made the decision to take her under his protection.That explains her current state of being a maid, but she's protected because she's under Vincenzo and that's all that matters. The night explains her cries. She must have recalled one of her horror nightmares.I feel bad for her, but at the same time, respect fills

I had a nightmare again.The same little girl and boy, but this time the girl wasn't little anymore. The boy who gifted the girl a doll. The girl is named Anni. She returns it to the boy, but she's not little anymore. She was a teenager with blonde hair and blue eyes and pale skin.She somehow resembles me if I'm correct, but maybe it's my brain that is fooling me with the nightmare this time, or maybe it's a part of my memory that I've lost it. Who knows?I sat by the window and my eyes beamed with sorrow. It's been a week since we had that intimate sex and, to be honest, I thought that maybe it could change his silent treatment, or maybe he would treat me like before, but no.....He's back with his silent treatment, and somehow it hurts my heart so much that it started bleeding.Why is he doing that to me? Is he closing himself off from me? Is there really nothing left in our relationship since my last attempt to escape? There are so many questions running inside my brain, but there